Gloomy dark clouds covered the sky above Banyan City. It was filled with the sound of thunder as if signaling that a storm was coming.

The hospital in Banyan City was hustling and bustling with people. Patients, medical staff, and family members all had uneasy expressions on their faces. At this moment, the sound of rushed footsteps accompanied by a gurney appeared amidst the chaos. Soon, everyone's eyes fell on the person on the gurney, a young girl. 

At this very moment, blood still oozed out from the wounds on her wrist as well as her forehead. Her face was pale and her brows were tightly knitted together. It seemed that her condition worsened.

"How did this little girl get injured to this extent?"

"Yeah, her blood flow doesn't seem to be stopping."

"Could it be that she committed suicide?"

The crowd continued to discuss their theories. A man's gaze fell on the couple behind the medical staff. He thought to himself, 'Why do I feel that man looks familiar? It's like I've seen him somewhere before.'

The man who could not recall who they were for a moment looked at the group of people passing by him with a puzzled expression. It was not until they disappeared around the corner that he remembered the man's identity and could not help but speak up.

"He's the CEO of the Song Corporation."

When the person beside him heard this, he bumped his arm. "Is that true?"

"Of course it's true. My sister works at the Song Corporation. I've seen their CEO before."

When he said this, the man's face revealed a proud expression. When he felt the envious gazes of others that eavesdropped, he became even happier.

"Quick, push Miss Song into the emergency room. Xiaomin, quickly get the blood bag." The doctor in charge of the emergency department, Zhang Wenqing, ordered the people around him in a composed manner. It was obvious that he was familiar with this kind of situation.

"Yes, sir." Wang Xiaomin nodded, turned around, and ran.

In the emergency room, Zhang Wenqing looked at Song Yayin on the gurney and shook his head. She had always made him feel like this. Why did he have to suffer when he was not the one suffering?

He could not help but sigh when he thought of the thin and pale-faced girl he had seen before.

"Doctor Zhang, there are no more blood bags in the blood bank." Wang Xiaomin looked at Zhang Wenqing as he panted.

"No more? How could there be no more blood bags?" Zhang Wenqing raised his voice as he abruptly turned around.

Watching Zhang Wenqing like this, Wang Xiaomin could not help but shrink her head and look at Song Yayin with dissatisfaction.

"The last time Ms Song accidentally injured her major artery, she lost too much blood and needed a blood transfusion. The whole supply was used back then."

When Zhang Wenqing heard this, he pressed the space between his eyebrows and took a few deep breaths.

"I didn't manage to collect more blood bags."

After he spoke, Wang Xiaomin was full of anger. She did not care who was around and just kept on blabbering.

"You know Rh blood types well enough. There aren't many people in the world that can donate their rare blood. You know Ms Song frequently comes here. She's injured herself today and might even come tomorrow as well. The blood bags in the hospital all went into her body, but she didn't cherish it one bit didn't she? I don't know if what she did was intentional, all I know is that she keeps taking all the blood stored for blood transfusions."

The emergency room was silent. Everyone was stunned. It was obvious that they were afraid.

Wang Xiaomin was really daring. Although everyone knew about this and understood it very well, the main person she talked about was lying here right now. If this person woke up, it would be troublesome for everyone around.

Zhang Wenqing disapprovingly shook his head and replied, "Wang Xiaomin, do you know what you're saying right now? As a nurse, your job is to save people and not care about anything else."

How could he not expect twists and turns in this? However, it was not something that they could ignore just because they wanted to.

Outside the door, Song Zhilin and his wife sat anxiously on their chairs as they stared at the operating theater.

Suddenly, the door of the emergency room was opened, and the two of them instantly stood up to greet the doctor.

"How is Yinyin?"

Zhang Wenqing looked at the two of them and thought of Song Yayin, she was in urgent need of a blood transfusion. He could only rely on CEO Song for this matter. However, he knew that that girl was going to suffer again.

"Ms Song is in urgent need of a blood transfusion right now. CEO Song, we need Ms Lu's help."

Song Zhilin nodded. He took out his phone and quickly dialed a number. "Where are you now? Come to the hospital immediately. Yayin needs blood."

After saying that, he did not even wait for the other party to answer and directly hung up the phone.

The girl who was currently working in the bookstore looked at the phone in her hand in a daze. She thought, 'Here it comes again. Why was it always like this? Song Yayin, can't you give me a break already?'

"Jinqi, what's wrong?" Manager Ai Qing looked worried when she saw her furrowed eyebrows.

Lu Jinqi returned to her senses and smiled. She looked at Ai Qing apologetically. "Something happened. I need to go to the hospital."

When Ai Qing heard this, her eyes softened in understanding. At first, she agreed to let Lu Jinqi work here because she thought that the young lady was quite an adorable person. Later on, when she saw her at the hospital, she was a little surprised, who knew that she would only find out about the young lady's background after seeing her a few times.

Lu Jinqi placed the books on the table, took off her work apron, and was prepared to leave.

When Ai Qing saw her like this, she grabbed her arm and tapped her forehead in disappointment.

"You can't go. You have to take care of yourself. Look at your body. You don't look like a seventeen-year-old girl at all. If you continue doing this, you'll die."

At the thought of this, Ai Qing saw the smile on Lu Jinqi's face brighten, and her heart instantly felt stifled. Even her eyes turned red.

Lu Jinqi patted her hands to comfort her. Her face had a big smile and the words she said felt like she was numb and desperate.

"But I have no choice. Thank you for your worries. Thank you for your comfort. You really make me feel like there would come a day when others would start worrying for me instead."

After saying that, Ai Qing was stunned. How could Lu Jinqi not understand something that even she understood? Looking at Lu Jinqi's departing back, Ai Qing could not help but silently cry. She thought that this might be the last time she would see Lu Jinqi.

As time passed, the man's face at the entrance of the emergency room turned darker and darker. The tense atmosphere slowly built up as time went by. The people standing at the side dared not to breathe until Lu Jinqi appeared.

"President Song, Mrs Song." Lu Jinqi looked at the two of them calmly.

"D*mn girl, hurry up and go in." The woman stepped forward and pulled Lu Jinqi's wrist, pushing her forward.

Zhang Wenqing, who witnessed all of this, frowned and had to compose himself before speaking again.

"Ms Lu, sorry for the trouble, again."

He was faced with only silence as a reply.

Lu Jinqi thought back to the first time she came here for a blood transfusion. Back then, she tried to refuse, but now, she did not even fight back.

This was human nature, cold and selfish.

When the people in the emergency room saw Lu Jinqi, their lips quivered. They wanted to say something, but they did not know how to say it.

Lu Jinqi sat there, watching her blood flow from her body into Song Yayin's body through the tube. She looked calm and numb to the whole procedure.

She could not remember how many times she had given a blood transfusion. She only felt that this road seemed to have no end.

As the blood flowed away, Lu Jinqi's already pale face somehow turned whiter. She felt like she could not hold on any longer. She wanted to speak, but she did not have any strength.

"What should we do? We're still short of 100 milliliters. If we continue on, I'm afraid Ms Lu will die," Wang Xiaomin anxiously spoke up.

Zhang Wenqing dismissively looked at Lu Jinqi and turned his head away. "Continue."

"But..." Wang Xiaomin wanted to say more, but was shocked by Zhang Wenqing's solemn expression.

"I said, continue."

"Yes, sir."

Lu Jinqi felt as though all the blood in her body was about to be sucked dry. She even began to feel chills all over her body.

In the end, she could not hold on any longer and passed out. The moment she passed out, she thought she saw a ball of light, warm and comfortable. She tirelessly reached out as a last attempt at survival.